The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, Том 401807 |
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... Gave alms at Easter , in a Christian trim , And made a widow happy , for a whim . Why then declare good - nature is her scorn , When ' tis by that alone she can be borne ? Why pique all mortals , yet affect a naine , A fool to pleasure ...
... Gave alms at Easter , in a Christian trim , And made a widow happy , for a whim . Why then declare good - nature is her scorn , When ' tis by that alone she can be borne ? Why pique all mortals , yet affect a naine , A fool to pleasure ...
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... gave delight before , Reduc'd to feign it , when they give no more . As hags hold sabbaths , less for joy than spight , So these their merry , miserable night ; Still round and round the ghosts of Beauty glide , And haunt the places ...
... gave delight before , Reduc'd to feign it , when they give no more . As hags hold sabbaths , less for joy than spight , So these their merry , miserable night ; Still round and round the ghosts of Beauty glide , And haunt the places ...
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... gave you beauty , but deny'd the pelf That buys your sex a tyrant o'er itself . The gen'rous god , who wit and gold refines And ripens spirits as he ripens mines , 290 Kept dross for duchesses , the world shall know it , To you gave ...
... gave you beauty , but deny'd the pelf That buys your sex a tyrant o'er itself . The gen'rous god , who wit and gold refines And ripens spirits as he ripens mines , 290 Kept dross for duchesses , the world shall know it , To you gave ...
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... gave a groat ; ' Where once I went to church I'll now go twice , ' And am so clear too of all other vice ; ' 370 The Tempter saw his time , the work he ply'd ; Stocks and subscriptions pour on ev'ry side , Till all the dæmon makes his ...
... gave a groat ; ' Where once I went to church I'll now go twice , ' And am so clear too of all other vice ; ' 370 The Tempter saw his time , the work he ply'd ; Stocks and subscriptions pour on ev'ry side , Till all the dæmon makes his ...
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... gave to woman the peculiar grace To spin , to weep , and cully human race . By this nice conduct , and this prudent course , By murm'ring , wheedling , stratagem , and force , I still prevail'd , and would be in the right ; Or curtain ...
... gave to woman the peculiar grace To spin , to weep , and cully human race . By this nice conduct , and this prudent course , By murm'ring , wheedling , stratagem , and force , I still prevail'd , and would be in the right ; Or curtain ...
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Сторінка 132 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And, without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Сторінка 125 - A Clerk, foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a Stanza, when he should engross?
Сторінка 132 - Dreading e'en fools, by flatterers besieged, And so obliging, that he ne'er obliged; Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause; While wits and Templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he? What though my name stood rubric on the walls, Or plaster'd posts, with claps, in capitals? Or smoking forth, a hundred hawkers load, On wings of winds came flying...
Сторінка 131 - Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Сторінка 136 - As shallow streams run dimpling all the way. Whether in florid impotence he speaks, And, as the prompter breathes, the puppet squeaks; Or at the ear of Eve, familiar toad, Half froth, half venom, spits himself abroad, In puns, or politics, or tales, or lies, Or spite, or smut, or rhymes, or blasphemies.
Сторінка 126 - Wit, and Poetry, and Pope. Friend to my Life (which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song) What Drop or Nostrum can this plague remove?
Сторінка 36 - Who sees pale Mammon pine amidst his store, Sees but a backward steward for the poor; This year a reservoir, to keep and spare : The next, a fountain, spouting through his heir, In lavish streams to quench a country's thirst, And men and dogs shall drink him till they burst.
Сторінка 125 - I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.
Сторінка 129 - And, when I die, be sure you let me know Great Homer died three thousand years ago. Why did I write? what sin to me unknown Dipp'd me in ink, my parents', or my own?
Сторінка 170 - Conspicuous scene ! another yet is nigh, (More silent far) where kings and poets lie ; Where MURRAY (long enough, his country's pride) Shall be no more than TULLY, or than HYDE ! Rack'd with sciatics,.